I’ve got this growing suspicion that I don’t actually like people.
Not in that middle-aged over-entitled way either,
they just make me anxious and, and, and
most of the time,
more often than not,
nine times out of ten,
the vast majority of times,
them and me,
we live like passing lifeboats from different wrecks,
all spunk and refusal to abandon our disparaged course
you stuck a life preserver in the water,
and yell halloo whenever the waves let you
